After Taichu Peak submitted its personnel list, there was no further news. No one came to Fang Mo regarding the formation of the extermination squad.
It was as if his role as the extermination squad's assistant was merely a nominal empty title.
Taichu Peak continued operating methodically under Xiao Jingsheng and the others, with no need for Fang Mo to intervene. It seemed that after the last beast tide erupted, things had entered a period of temporary stability.
True Monarch Qingshui, True Monarch Yuanhua, and the others were each occupied with their own matters and nowhere to be seen.
Fang Mo simply stopped dwelling on it and settled down to cultivate. He had thought it through now—strength was what mattered most. Every bit stronger he became meant one more bit of safety.
After refining the spirit core of the Azure Sky Xunwind Beast, his cultivation of the Ancient Divine Dragon Art continued advancing by leaps and bounds under the enhancement of his divine ability. The pale golden dragon patterns along his spine grew ever clearer and deeper, while the dragon patterns on his ribs spread further each day. Before long, they would completely condense over his ribs.
Ever since he entered the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, the Bronze Mirror's divine ability had not weakened; instead, it had grown even stronger. One session of cultivating the Ancient Divine Dragon Art now equaled more than five hundred sessions in the past, and he was improving rapidly every day.
Even Fang Mo was somewhat worried by the speed of his progress. Just what grade was this Bronze Mirror? He was becoming increasingly unable to figure it out.
Still, he did not think too much about it. Every day, he either cultivated or dined with Guan Lu, chatted about trivial matters, and offered her